Gemotions

The gentle click-clack of the knitting needles was a comforting rhythm. Liam sat by the window, watching the snow fall. He was working on a scarf, the soft yarn flowing between his fingers. The simple, repetitive motion had a calming effect, and the finished product would be a welcome gift for his grandmother.

A notification popped up on his laptop. He blinked at the email, his eyes running over the words. He rubbed his eyes and began again, rereading the email about the university.

He found himself slowly unwinding the needles and redoing the first row.